Hanahaki disease
Author note: I JUST got back writing so please if you have feedback please don't be rude about it :)
It was a one-sided love that seemed that it could have been healed but in the end, could it be saved before it was too late?
Lucas and y/n have been the best of friends since they were kids but as they got older the closer their bond grew so it seems.... or was it as strong as it appeared?
I looked up from my shoes breathing in the cleaning products that told me the janitor was just getting started cleaning. I make eye contact with my best friend Lucas! I shouted his name happily excited I caught him before he started walking home. I walked up to him and asked him "Hey! Are we still up for the sleepover at your house this weekend?"
"y-yeah I....umm sure! I will be there!" I noticed he stuttered but I didn't give it much thought, since I was too excited for our traditional sleepover. "good! I have something I need to tell you!" I smiled softly at Lucas and his friend before walking out of the school to catch the bus.
Lucas's friend whose name was Shawn looked at Lucas silently in disappointment before continuing saying "You didn't tell her did you?"
Lucas in return shook his head side to side in silent response before speaking feeling Shawn look at him in disappointment "I know I should have told her but I- it should be fine she probably wouldn't mind I mean IT IS just one sleepover" he smiled slightly also feeling disappointed in himself.
But one sleepover seemed to let her down more and more.
Shawn shook his head furrowing his eyebrows looking at Lucas hearing what he just said making him even more upset at Lucas's actions, before going on saying in a caring soft tone "If she is so fine with it like you claimed why didn't you tell her then? She is going to be hurt not only did you lie but you also didn't have enough courage to tell her the truth to her face. What did was a low blow and just imagine all the things she usually proper for you guys just sitting there cold and her sad crying?" Shawn started exiting the school building with Lucas and down the stairs onto the sidewalk.
"you said I should say yes and I did!" Lucas looks at Shawn raising his eyebrows not understanding what Shawn is saying and feeling like Shawn isn't taking his side.
Shawn continued with "BUT I also said ONLY if she is okay with it and know you can't make it this weekend, but you didn't listen to that part. You only heard me tell YOU to say yes anything else I said? you didn't pay attention to." Shawn shook his head in distress "Listen, I got to go tell me what happens on Monday dude." he went down a different path leading to his house.
Lucas started talking to himself "She should be fine it's only one sleepover I'm going to miss no biggie" he shrugged walking into the building of his house, getting prepared for a date that may strain his friendship with y/n for good.
A couple of hours later there stood y/n waiting at Lucas's door knocking and starting to smile with it opened but y/n's smile started to drop not liking the feeling she was getting in her gut and the look on Mary's face confirming that feeling.
Mary smiled seeing y/n at her door, before greeting the girl "It's so good to see you are you here to see Lucas for your guy's sleepover?" Mary already knew the answer but for some reason, she needed to hear it to confirm her theory.
"Hi, Mrs. Brandis yes I am looking for Lucas may I come in?" I asked the older woman
"you are always welcome, come in come in!" Mary opened the door wider open for the younger girl.
"Thank you!" I walked into the house sitting on the couch, looking around the living room for where Lucas may be. I don't see him or hear any video game controller sounds which is unusual.
"Oh! I thought you knew. Lucas is out on a date with a girl named Sammy" Mary told Y/n who for some reason looked shocked but Mary had a feeling that her son Lucas didn't her the full truth nor Y/n.
"What?" I looked at her not only confused and shocked but hurt.
"He told me you knew and I thought that is why you came to set up an hour later than the usual time you guys start. He told me you guys were going to do the movie after he gets back from his date!" Mary looked at the younger girl's face which confirmed her feeling that her son wasn't telling the whole truth as he let on.
"date? b....-but he said he would be here when I got here for our sleepover. Did he lie to me?" I stuttered slightly looking at Mary saddened at being lied to.
"Oh, I didn't know" Mary sat beside Y/n with a disappointed face on her face before continuing to say, "All he told me is that you were coming a little later so after his date you guys can get started. That would have been around 11 when he got back and it is now...10:36 which is why I was shocked to see you a bit early." Mary looked at her watch seeing the time.
"But, seeing how you reacted it seems my gut feeling yes dear I think he did lie. I don't know why He lied" Mary shakes her head upset with her son.
"me too, Mrs.Brandis" I shake my head in disbelief starting to feel a slight burn in my eyes indicating I'm going to start crying, but I'll wait for him here on the couch.
"Okay, dear if you need anything you know where everything is I will be in my room." Mary stood up from the couch smiling softly at the younger girl before leaving the living room.
"Okay!"
But seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours which soon made it to the next day.
I woke up in the early morning with a burning sensation in my throat that felt already clogged. The strange object felt soft but sharp, I rushed to the bathroom slamming the door closed. I ran to the toilet throwing up bloody rose petals feeling my body shaking. I hear my mother at the door checking on me after hearing me slam the door.
"y/n are you okay? did you eat something bad last night?" I hear a familiar soft worried voice outside the door.
I froze hearing my mother outside the bathroom door before snapping out of it and answering "Uh n-no i-i don't know what's going on" as I stuttered not looking up from the toilet not knowing what to say.
"May I come in?" my mother's tone did not shift from the worry she carried.
"O-Okay you m-may" I was not only scared of my mother's reaction to what I threw up but Unsure.
the cricks open as the door knob twist open to show my mother's face covered in concern as she Comes in and walks to the toilet gasping as her eyes make contact with the bloody rose petals. "Wha...me and your father need to take you to the doctor and see what's wrong with you." She slowly helps my shaking body stand up from the kneeling position it was in for a while, then Helps me wash my face wiping away the blood on my face and letting me get dressed on my own as she takes a picture of the bloody petals for the doctor to see.
The drive to the doctor's office was silent only breathing filling the car with silent ness. The waiting for the doctor to call my name was even more suffering than the feeling of the petals clogging my throat. A man in a white coat and clipboard appeared calling my name seeming to hear my prayers.
"Ms.(last/name)!" he called out looking around the semi-filled seats for me until he saw my parents and me stand up. He smiled gently making eye contact with me "Please follow me Ms.(last name)." He walked us down the hallway before opening a door showing us an empty patient room and stepping aside for us to enter the room first.
He entered after us closing the door and sitting down looking at us before speaking in a soft professional tone"Okay what seems to be the problem?" flashing a kind smile waiting for one of us to talk to him first.
I started speaking first in a soft nervous tone "W...well this morning I woke in fear because I felt something cloaking my throat and some kind of liquid. I rushed to the bathroom throwing up in the toilet but when I was done my mother entered the bathroom and saw bloody rose petals in the toilet. Me and my mother didn't know what else to do besides come here to ask a doctor but My mother took a picture so you can get an understanding of how much blood and petals I threw up in total.
"I would like to see the picture please if I may." My mother handed the doctor her phone showing the picture in the toilet, the doctor stared in silence for some time before speaking up "Good news there is no need to be too afraid but I know why you are feeling the way you are feeling." He handed the phone back to my mother before standing up walking to the computer signing in and typing in something none of us could see. The doctor slides his chair back and shows us the screen voicing his theory "It seems that you have a disease named Hanahaki, which means the victim is suffering from what seems like a one-sided love and this typically ends in one or two ways. One way is the love is returned and for the victim, that means the person they are in love with returns with affection. The second way in most cases, the love is Often not returned making the victim who is Suffering from the disease's body continue to be filled with flowers and roots filling their respiratory system to the point where the victim chokes on it until they last breath unfortunately." He turned to all of us to hear our thoughts about the condition he believed I had.
"I...-what? I thought that was made up." My panicking tone expressed how I felt hearing the news.
"Oh, it is very real it just doesn't happen often around here but from your tone, I see that you heard of it."
"I just knew it was a disease...." my voice trailing off slowly, my mind still trying to catch up to The man's words looking down not liking the feeling in my gut.
"hm....in that case, the person you love do you know if they love u back or are you heartbroken Because of something that involves them?" the doctor asked me.
I hesitated before answering the doctor's question feeling my parents stare from the side of my face waiting to hear the answer "The second one" I looked down feeling more petals grow in my throat being reminded that he didn't have that kind of love for me.
"I see...." his voice trailing off expressing his sympathy for me. "there are three ways this can go, one way is surgery where you get the petals and roots removed but! The down part is that the feelings you have for that person right now will be gone after the surgery there are times when they can return but sometimes they don't in most cases. The third way is they return your feelings and the petals and the blood go away plus the illness. It all depends on what you want to do with this if you want to do the surgery then call this number to schedule the appointment" He handed me a card with a number on it.
"They will tell you the date and time to come to the client okay?" He stands up from the chair and grabs his clipboard before turning to all of us smiling sadly then leaves closing the door behind him.
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part 2?
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